This is the week we both dread and anticipate.
The World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party. Or, as it’s been for the few, the proud, the intoxicated Dawg fans (maybe “few” is the wrong word here), The World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party Followed By A Disappointing Loss To Florida.
One time—ONE time—in the past fourteen meetings between the two schools has UGA left the field as victors. I was a senior in High School then, and for the first couple of years at UGA the win seemed like recent history. Now more than a year removed from graduating UGA, it seems like ancient history…and folks this cannot stand any longer.
On Monday Florida fired head coach Ron Zook, which means for the rest of this week we will have to sit and listen to the “incredibly high standards” of football at Florida, and how “great” a job it is. Longtime UGA fans know what a massive load of Fulmer those statements are. Prior to the arrival of the Son of Satan, aka Spurrier, aka “that guy who wears a visor to hide his circumcision scars,” the Mighty (sic) Gators could only claim winning the SEC while on probation. Now tell a Gator fan comfortable with his school’s mythology this and he’ll either claim amnesia prior to 1990 (the most common reaction) or they will trot out quotes (which may or may not have been written) about how people “always” said that “Florida was a sleeping giant.” Sleeping giant…really…Rip Van Winkle didn’t sleep as long as Florida. Now they’re reeling and it’s up to us to knock them back to their mediocre ways.
It’s going to take a big shift in attitude—from all of us as fans—for this to happen. It’s easy to sit back after a loss like last year’s and say “wow, the team mentally isn’t in this,” but we seem to forget that most of us as Dawg fans aren’t “in” the game either.
In 2002 when the Dawgs had the ball with one last shot at scoring a TD, how many people believed it would happen? From where I was watching, far more were waiting for a dropped ball or an interception, or an incomplete pass than there were folks believing another 92-yd touchdown pass followed by “some property getting destroyed tonight.”
And last year, after the Dawgs took the lead, it seemed like almost everyone around me was convinced that the Gators would fly down the field and win it. Too many of us expected the worst, and then complained (or in many cases—mine included—adopted a post game strategy of “drink til you think we’ve won.”)
In Tuesday’s Athens-Banner Herald they interviewed Damon Evans and there’s a comparison made between the Red Sox finally beating the Yankees and the Bulldogs finally winning one in Jacksonville. The comparison they miss is that prior to, well the end of Game 7, most of Red Sox Nation was waiting on a choke to finally happen. A mental hex, or “curse”, is just as much a product of the fans as the players. So for UGA to win, we all—ALL of us—have to BELIEVE UGA will win.
So now I’m asking all of y’all to believe with me (imagine reading this last part with the cheesy sounds of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’” if it helps you focus):
That UGA will win on Saturday.
That Florida will get whipped up and down the field, its offensive players punished and its defensive players beaten like rented mules (Note to anyone in PETA, it’s just an expression).
That though Florida says its back is against the wall for this game, that UGA players are even more motivated to win. They know they can’t go out and lose not only to the team that lost to Mississippi State, but to a team with a fired coach. They know UGA will not finish 0-for-Zook.
Believe with them that UGA will not go 0-for-Zook.
That when UGA needs a big play, we will get it. Again and again and again.
That on Saturday, October 30th, 2004, there will be some “property destroyed” that night.
That for once, the Saturday Night at The Landing will be packed with happy Bulldog fans and only a few brave (or really, really, really drunk) jean-short clad, mullet-sporting, booger-eating Florida fans.
And finally, believe that UGA’s dominating win on Saturday is the start of string of dominating wins, no matter who the Gators get to coach them next year—even if it’s the Devil himself. Believe that we’ve got a New Breed of Bulldog that can make even the evil one constantly throw his visor.
It’s Great
To Be
A Gator Hater
Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Dawgs! Sic ‘em! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Friday, October 22, 2004
Weekend Preview Grab-bag
Ok, so it’s the Cards.
Redbirds vs. Red Sox.
This is really a mismatch because we all know a sock can whip the shit out of a bird, especially if it (the sock) is filled with rocks or a doorknob. Time for the Dirt Dogs to say “Homey don’t play dat” to the boys from St. Louis.
(Note: yes that was an In Living Colour reference. If you liked it, give it two snaps around the word. If not, "lemme show ya something." And don't think too much about how FOX did sketch comedy so well on their first attempt only to fail so miserably with MADTv.)
And if you’re looking for some legit reasons for the Sox to win:
1. Pitching—the Sox just have more of it. Schilling may be classified as a miracle of modern science before the Series is over, but even at 80% he’s better than anyone the Cards have. Behind you have a possibly hit-or-miss Pedro, but the Sox make up for that by now having a much better looking 3-5 in the lineup. Arroyo may have gotten mildly shellacked in game 3, but he’s a great pitcher—especially away from Fenway, for some strange reason (my theory, he’s distracted by Boston’s very attractive bat girls, or the # of fine ladies in the stands in cowboy hats[1])—Wakefield was unreal his last time pitching, and Derek Lowe has been far closer to the 20-game-winner form of a few years back.
2. Hitting—this isn’t as big in the favor of the Cards as they’d like to think. Pujols and Rolen is a great 1-2 punch, but is it really greater than Ramirez-Ortiz? Sure they’ve got Larry Walker and Jim Edmonds, but the Sox counter with Damon, and the combo of Varitek, Nixon and Cabrera. (Yes Virginia, the OC can hit). 1-9 I say the Sox are the stronger lineup (except Games 3-5 where laughter may erupt at Boston pitchers hitting).
3. Mojo, luck, etc. Ok, maybe they may not be “legit”, or “scientifically provable”, but this is a game, and momentum means a lot. The Sox are on a roll, and are the only team to win a game 7 after being down 0-3. They’ve got the guts to get it done, and they will.
As if the first Red Sox World Series since 1986 wasn’t enough sports fun, there’s also one of the biggest NFL games in years on Sunday—and it also involves New England. The 5-0 Pats will play the 5-0 Jets in a big, big game. Except I think the Pats win this one easily. Tom Brady is a better QB than Chad Pennington. The Jets have the edge in WRs, and I’ll give Curtis Martin the edge over Corey Dillon (even though Dillon is on my FF team), but the difference in this game will be the New England defense.
However, if the Jets pull of the upset, I get the feeling no one in the great Boston area will really care.
Moving to college football (today’s Not-So-Subtle Segue was made possible thanks to Readers Like You. If you’d like to donate, make checks payable to “Cash”…that’s my, uh, maiden name) UGA tries to avoid another loss by traveling to Arkansas this weekend. The two important keys for this game: Matt Jones will be playing hurt (maybe he should ask Alabama’s QBs what playing hurt vs. UGA’s D gets you) and UGA has OWNED Arkansas lately, and scored at least 30 points in the past 3 meetings, including a 38-7 win their last trip West.
All that remains is for the Tide to Roll UT.
I'd say more, but most of my college predictions have been "not so good" lately (if you placed bets based on them, please be aware: my thumbs are already broken. Repeat, my thumbs are already broken. No need for Fat Tony, Legs and Big Vinny to stop by.)
[1] Yes, Miss Red Top and Cowboy Hat from The Greatest Bar, I still want to “cowboy up.”
Redbirds vs. Red Sox.
This is really a mismatch because we all know a sock can whip the shit out of a bird, especially if it (the sock) is filled with rocks or a doorknob. Time for the Dirt Dogs to say “Homey don’t play dat” to the boys from St. Louis.
(Note: yes that was an In Living Colour reference. If you liked it, give it two snaps around the word. If not, "lemme show ya something." And don't think too much about how FOX did sketch comedy so well on their first attempt only to fail so miserably with MADTv.)
And if you’re looking for some legit reasons for the Sox to win:
1. Pitching—the Sox just have more of it. Schilling may be classified as a miracle of modern science before the Series is over, but even at 80% he’s better than anyone the Cards have. Behind you have a possibly hit-or-miss Pedro, but the Sox make up for that by now having a much better looking 3-5 in the lineup. Arroyo may have gotten mildly shellacked in game 3, but he’s a great pitcher—especially away from Fenway, for some strange reason (my theory, he’s distracted by Boston’s very attractive bat girls, or the # of fine ladies in the stands in cowboy hats[1])—Wakefield was unreal his last time pitching, and Derek Lowe has been far closer to the 20-game-winner form of a few years back.
2. Hitting—this isn’t as big in the favor of the Cards as they’d like to think. Pujols and Rolen is a great 1-2 punch, but is it really greater than Ramirez-Ortiz? Sure they’ve got Larry Walker and Jim Edmonds, but the Sox counter with Damon, and the combo of Varitek, Nixon and Cabrera. (Yes Virginia, the OC can hit). 1-9 I say the Sox are the stronger lineup (except Games 3-5 where laughter may erupt at Boston pitchers hitting).
3. Mojo, luck, etc. Ok, maybe they may not be “legit”, or “scientifically provable”, but this is a game, and momentum means a lot. The Sox are on a roll, and are the only team to win a game 7 after being down 0-3. They’ve got the guts to get it done, and they will.
As if the first Red Sox World Series since 1986 wasn’t enough sports fun, there’s also one of the biggest NFL games in years on Sunday—and it also involves New England. The 5-0 Pats will play the 5-0 Jets in a big, big game. Except I think the Pats win this one easily. Tom Brady is a better QB than Chad Pennington. The Jets have the edge in WRs, and I’ll give Curtis Martin the edge over Corey Dillon (even though Dillon is on my FF team), but the difference in this game will be the New England defense.
However, if the Jets pull of the upset, I get the feeling no one in the great Boston area will really care.
Moving to college football (today’s Not-So-Subtle Segue was made possible thanks to Readers Like You. If you’d like to donate, make checks payable to “Cash”…that’s my, uh, maiden name) UGA tries to avoid another loss by traveling to Arkansas this weekend. The two important keys for this game: Matt Jones will be playing hurt (maybe he should ask Alabama’s QBs what playing hurt vs. UGA’s D gets you) and UGA has OWNED Arkansas lately, and scored at least 30 points in the past 3 meetings, including a 38-7 win their last trip West.
All that remains is for the Tide to Roll UT.
I'd say more, but most of my college predictions have been "not so good" lately (if you placed bets based on them, please be aware: my thumbs are already broken. Repeat, my thumbs are already broken. No need for Fat Tony, Legs and Big Vinny to stop by.)
[1] Yes, Miss Red Top and Cowboy Hat from The Greatest Bar, I still want to “cowboy up.”
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Anything is Possible
Ok, let’s jump in the WayBack Machine™ real quick and bend space and time for a quick sec (all seconds are quick when time-traveling) and travel all the waaaay back to Monday October 11th. We’re going to go either to some major publishing houses with a book idea, or a major film studio with this pitch to them:
“Ok, it’s a sports story: Yankees-Red Sox in the ALCS. The Red Sox will win in 7, with the deciding game in Yankee Stadium. Manny Ramirez will not have a single RBI the entire series. Johnny Damon will be in a slump so bad that he’s practically hitless until game 7, where he will not only hit a massive home run into the Yankee upper deck, but also a Grand Slam and set an ALCS record by scoring 6 RBIs in one game. None other than Bucky F. Dent himself will throw out the first pitch in Game 7. Derek Lowe will finish with a lower series ERA than Curt Schilling, yet Schilling will still provide an unbelievably inspirational and rallying start in game 6—yes, 6. The Yankees will open by winning the first 3 games, with Mussina and Lieber looking nearly unhittable, and will score 19 runs in Game 3 at Fenway. Then the Sox come back: first in a dramatic come-from-behind-win against in 12 innings—tying the game with Mariano Rivera pitching in the bottom of the 9th. They follow this with a 14 inning win in which their bullpen is nearly perfect, even if Jason Varitek will have 3 passed balls from Tim Wakefield. To force game 7—which no team in the history of MLB has ever done—Curt Schilling, who was hobbled with a torn Achilles tendon in game 1, will have skin on his ankle sewn and stapled to his ankle bone in order to grind out a masterful pitching performance. Alex Rodriguez will get called for interference for karate-chopping a pitchers hand who was trying to tag him out—Bronson Arroyo no less. Several lucky breaks will actually go Boston’s way, from ground-rule doubles, to refs actually going back and making correct calls. And in the final game, the Yankees are barely in it.”
And we would get laughed out of every publishing house, every movie studio (take that back, I’m sure some “adult” studios in the valley would consider it. “There can be an orgy in the stands right?” they’d say) and they’d all say the same thing. “It’s not believable. Sure, people may buy the Sox winning and going to the series, but not after being down 0-3. And against the Yankees? No way, bub.” (I have heard tales that they call us “yokels” “bub.”)
That’s how amazing this ALCS has been.
Saturday night I joked with my friend Drew (a Yankees fan and a Long Island native transplanted here to GA), sometime during game 3 when the score was only as bad as say half-a-gajillion to five that “maybe they’re letting the Yankees have the 1st 3 games so it hurts them even more when the Sox come back.” I don’t think much of me believed that, though part of me probably did. I certainly didn’t think they were going to allow a sweep at Fenway—the team had played too hard.
Then Game 4 started and things began looking bleak.
I dreaded what I would have to write. I took solace in the fact that I could at least use a clever allusion to open the post. “So this is the way the series ends,” I planned to start, echoing T. S. Eliot, “not with a bang, but a whimper.” The line proved prophetic, only it turned out to be the Yankees going out with a whimper in game 7.
The 2004 Yankees can now take their place in MLB history with a choke job that puts Linda Lovelace to shame (ask your dirty older relatives kids).
My theory on why FOX never cut to video of George Steinbrenner during the waning innings of game 7 was that they were certain that once his team, with it’s nearly a fifth of a billion dollars in payroll, lost to the Red Sox, his head would explode, Scanners-style. And with the FCC cracking down on what can and cannot be shown on TV, FOX decided it wasn’t worth the risk (speaking of potential FCC risks, FOX should count themselves lucky—or thank the magic of 5-second-delay—that non of the patrons of Cask & Flagon or The Greatest Bar decided to turn the ACLS win into a true Roman Bacchanalia and just get nekkid right there on the bar.)
(Side note: to the girl at The Greatest Bar in the Red top and Cowboy hat, say “howdy” my way some time.)
Who do Sox get in the Series?
Either way the headlines are easy. If it’s the Cards, expect plenty of hippie jokes and 60s references and mention of possibly the Greatest Series of All Time. If it’s the ‘Stros, expect to hear about how it’s been since 1986 since the Sox have been here, 86 since they won, but that Houston has NEVER been to the World Series. Oh, and they may mention something about The Rocket too. Maybe.
What this goes to show is that for once, sportscasters are right when they say “anything can happen.” And I for one hope this carries over to other sports.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, Alabama can beat Tennessee, preferably before UGA’s kickoff (where they will beat Arkansas.)
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, UGA can finally beat Florida in Jacksonville.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, UGA can go into Auburn and whip an unbeaten and highly ranked team of WarEagleTigerPlainsmen.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, UGA can finish it’s season unbeaten, whip Auburn one more time in the Georgia Dome and win the SEC title.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, some teams out of USC, Miami, OU and other teams ranked ahead of UGA can lose, and UGA can play—and win—in the Orange Bowl.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, they can take the Astros, or the Cardinals.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, anything can happen.
I can even close with an adaptation of Shakespeare, as it relates to the ALCS:
From Game 7, Act 1, scene 3 (the “pregame” speech)
[1] Note: for the purposes of this adaptation, please pretend St. Crispin’s Day happens in late October.
“Ok, it’s a sports story: Yankees-Red Sox in the ALCS. The Red Sox will win in 7, with the deciding game in Yankee Stadium. Manny Ramirez will not have a single RBI the entire series. Johnny Damon will be in a slump so bad that he’s practically hitless until game 7, where he will not only hit a massive home run into the Yankee upper deck, but also a Grand Slam and set an ALCS record by scoring 6 RBIs in one game. None other than Bucky F. Dent himself will throw out the first pitch in Game 7. Derek Lowe will finish with a lower series ERA than Curt Schilling, yet Schilling will still provide an unbelievably inspirational and rallying start in game 6—yes, 6. The Yankees will open by winning the first 3 games, with Mussina and Lieber looking nearly unhittable, and will score 19 runs in Game 3 at Fenway. Then the Sox come back: first in a dramatic come-from-behind-win against in 12 innings—tying the game with Mariano Rivera pitching in the bottom of the 9th. They follow this with a 14 inning win in which their bullpen is nearly perfect, even if Jason Varitek will have 3 passed balls from Tim Wakefield. To force game 7—which no team in the history of MLB has ever done—Curt Schilling, who was hobbled with a torn Achilles tendon in game 1, will have skin on his ankle sewn and stapled to his ankle bone in order to grind out a masterful pitching performance. Alex Rodriguez will get called for interference for karate-chopping a pitchers hand who was trying to tag him out—Bronson Arroyo no less. Several lucky breaks will actually go Boston’s way, from ground-rule doubles, to refs actually going back and making correct calls. And in the final game, the Yankees are barely in it.”
And we would get laughed out of every publishing house, every movie studio (take that back, I’m sure some “adult” studios in the valley would consider it. “There can be an orgy in the stands right?” they’d say) and they’d all say the same thing. “It’s not believable. Sure, people may buy the Sox winning and going to the series, but not after being down 0-3. And against the Yankees? No way, bub.” (I have heard tales that they call us “yokels” “bub.”)
That’s how amazing this ALCS has been.
Saturday night I joked with my friend Drew (a Yankees fan and a Long Island native transplanted here to GA), sometime during game 3 when the score was only as bad as say half-a-gajillion to five that “maybe they’re letting the Yankees have the 1st 3 games so it hurts them even more when the Sox come back.” I don’t think much of me believed that, though part of me probably did. I certainly didn’t think they were going to allow a sweep at Fenway—the team had played too hard.
Then Game 4 started and things began looking bleak.
I dreaded what I would have to write. I took solace in the fact that I could at least use a clever allusion to open the post. “So this is the way the series ends,” I planned to start, echoing T. S. Eliot, “not with a bang, but a whimper.” The line proved prophetic, only it turned out to be the Yankees going out with a whimper in game 7.
The 2004 Yankees can now take their place in MLB history with a choke job that puts Linda Lovelace to shame (ask your dirty older relatives kids).
My theory on why FOX never cut to video of George Steinbrenner during the waning innings of game 7 was that they were certain that once his team, with it’s nearly a fifth of a billion dollars in payroll, lost to the Red Sox, his head would explode, Scanners-style. And with the FCC cracking down on what can and cannot be shown on TV, FOX decided it wasn’t worth the risk (speaking of potential FCC risks, FOX should count themselves lucky—or thank the magic of 5-second-delay—that non of the patrons of Cask & Flagon or The Greatest Bar decided to turn the ACLS win into a true Roman Bacchanalia and just get nekkid right there on the bar.)
(Side note: to the girl at The Greatest Bar in the Red top and Cowboy hat, say “howdy” my way some time.)
Who do Sox get in the Series?
Either way the headlines are easy. If it’s the Cards, expect plenty of hippie jokes and 60s references and mention of possibly the Greatest Series of All Time. If it’s the ‘Stros, expect to hear about how it’s been since 1986 since the Sox have been here, 86 since they won, but that Houston has NEVER been to the World Series. Oh, and they may mention something about The Rocket too. Maybe.
What this goes to show is that for once, sportscasters are right when they say “anything can happen.” And I for one hope this carries over to other sports.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, Alabama can beat Tennessee, preferably before UGA’s kickoff (where they will beat Arkansas.)
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, UGA can finally beat Florida in Jacksonville.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, UGA can go into Auburn and whip an unbeaten and highly ranked team of WarEagleTigerPlainsmen.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, UGA can finish it’s season unbeaten, whip Auburn one more time in the Georgia Dome and win the SEC title.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, some teams out of USC, Miami, OU and other teams ranked ahead of UGA can lose, and UGA can play—and win—in the Orange Bowl.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, they can take the Astros, or the Cardinals.
If the Sox can come back and beat the Yankees, anything can happen.
I can even close with an adaptation of Shakespeare, as it relates to the ALCS:
From Game 7, Act 1, scene 3 (the “pregame” speech)
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian[1].
'Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.
'Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
-Pedro Martinez, Schilling and Arroyo,
Bellhorn and Foulke, Wakefield andOrtiz-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shallne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of Idiots;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Boston now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
[1] Note: for the purposes of this adaptation, please pretend St. Crispin’s Day happens in late October.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Sox and Weekend CFB Preview
Well Sox fans, I can’t say I’m shocked, but this was not how things were supposed to go. The Sox bats vs. the Yankee pitching staff was supposed to be a big plus in the corner for the Sox. But then again, we figured Curt Schilling’s ankle wasn’t that bad either…and I figured the Dawg’s offense had gotten it together too.
The upside to the crappiness that’s been this past week so far in sports is that I did figure a way to salvage the nonfiction book I was working on. The original plan was to do a chronicling of UGA’s run to the national championship. Now, I’m not saying it’s impossible for UGA to make the Orange Bowl now, but that’s also a lot like me saying “it’s not impossible for Jessica Alba to be my bride-to-be”—sure, it could happen, but odds are, it won’t.
But now the book’s got the working title of “Seeing Red” and it can look at the similarities in mentality of both Red Sox fans and UGA fans, and if can follow both the tail end of the season for the Sox, and the entire UGA football season. That’s what we writerly folks call “padding”.
In College Football news, Saturday we get to see if my crazy prediction that UVA may be the ACC’s best holds any water when they play FSU. A few weeks ago this would’ve been an easy game for UVA. But then Chris Rix got hurt and FSU discovered what life was like with a QB that had two brain cells to rub together was like. While Wyatt Sexton isn’t going to be mistaken for Chris Weinke anytime soon (for starters, he’s about two decades younger), he’s not going to get mistaken for Chris Rix either (Note: whether or not he will park in handicapped spaces remains to be seen) and for FSU fans, that’s very good news. UVA will counter FSU’s newfound decency at QB (yes, you read that right, “decency” and “FSU” in not only the same sentence, but the same clause) with a very solid defense led by some badass linebackers (advantage of a blog, you can use words like “badass” in your analysis) and running back Wali Lundy who started of the season on a scoring spree that would make Hugh Hefner jealous. It’s gonna be a good game (in theory…but remember, Communism works…in theory) and, even better for me, it’s gonna be a game where I don’t care who wins or loses.
The big game this weekend is going to be out west, where the suddenly decent Arizona State Sun Devils play the they’re-not-that-good-but-they’re-still-ranked #1 USC Trojans. Cal’s QB completed 23 straight passes against USC’s D but they didn’t get the W. Either USC has some of that 2002 Ohio State luck mojo, or Arizona State is about to pull off a big, big upset.
The only other big-time matchups are tonight’s game between Louisville and Miami and a Big 10 showdown between Wisconsin and Purdue. Louisville has some good coaching and plays hard, but I think Miami’s D will be too much for them. Unless Brock Berlin does his best Rix impersonation, Miami should win that one easily. The Big 10 title may be on the line in the Badgers-Boilermakers game. Wisconsin brings a very stout defense and RB Anthony Davis against a possibly suspect Purdue defense and Heisman candidate QB Kyle Orton. If Orton can shred the Badger defense, you may as well reserve him a seat in New York.
Finally, there are a couple of intriguing games in the SEC. The #1 question (of course, I’m biased) is whether or not the good UGA offense (the one from the LSU and Georgia Southern games) will show up vs. Vandy or not. And the #2 question (again, biased) is whether or not the fact that Ole Miss head coach David Cutcliffe was a longtime UT assistant will give the Rebs a snowball’s chance in hell against the Vols or not. Beyond that, I am curious to see if my crazy prediction of Arkansas beating Auburn holds water or not.
Until next time, Go Dawgs, Go Sox, and to hell with the Yankees (and, let’s say, Purgatory with the Commodores—the Vanderbilt ones, not the guys who sang “Easy”)
The upside to the crappiness that’s been this past week so far in sports is that I did figure a way to salvage the nonfiction book I was working on. The original plan was to do a chronicling of UGA’s run to the national championship. Now, I’m not saying it’s impossible for UGA to make the Orange Bowl now, but that’s also a lot like me saying “it’s not impossible for Jessica Alba to be my bride-to-be”—sure, it could happen, but odds are, it won’t.
But now the book’s got the working title of “Seeing Red” and it can look at the similarities in mentality of both Red Sox fans and UGA fans, and if can follow both the tail end of the season for the Sox, and the entire UGA football season. That’s what we writerly folks call “padding”.
In College Football news, Saturday we get to see if my crazy prediction that UVA may be the ACC’s best holds any water when they play FSU. A few weeks ago this would’ve been an easy game for UVA. But then Chris Rix got hurt and FSU discovered what life was like with a QB that had two brain cells to rub together was like. While Wyatt Sexton isn’t going to be mistaken for Chris Weinke anytime soon (for starters, he’s about two decades younger), he’s not going to get mistaken for Chris Rix either (Note: whether or not he will park in handicapped spaces remains to be seen) and for FSU fans, that’s very good news. UVA will counter FSU’s newfound decency at QB (yes, you read that right, “decency” and “FSU” in not only the same sentence, but the same clause) with a very solid defense led by some badass linebackers (advantage of a blog, you can use words like “badass” in your analysis) and running back Wali Lundy who started of the season on a scoring spree that would make Hugh Hefner jealous. It’s gonna be a good game (in theory…but remember, Communism works…in theory) and, even better for me, it’s gonna be a game where I don’t care who wins or loses.
The big game this weekend is going to be out west, where the suddenly decent Arizona State Sun Devils play the they’re-not-that-good-but-they’re-still-ranked #1 USC Trojans. Cal’s QB completed 23 straight passes against USC’s D but they didn’t get the W. Either USC has some of that 2002 Ohio State luck mojo, or Arizona State is about to pull off a big, big upset.
The only other big-time matchups are tonight’s game between Louisville and Miami and a Big 10 showdown between Wisconsin and Purdue. Louisville has some good coaching and plays hard, but I think Miami’s D will be too much for them. Unless Brock Berlin does his best Rix impersonation, Miami should win that one easily. The Big 10 title may be on the line in the Badgers-Boilermakers game. Wisconsin brings a very stout defense and RB Anthony Davis against a possibly suspect Purdue defense and Heisman candidate QB Kyle Orton. If Orton can shred the Badger defense, you may as well reserve him a seat in New York.
Finally, there are a couple of intriguing games in the SEC. The #1 question (of course, I’m biased) is whether or not the good UGA offense (the one from the LSU and Georgia Southern games) will show up vs. Vandy or not. And the #2 question (again, biased) is whether or not the fact that Ole Miss head coach David Cutcliffe was a longtime UT assistant will give the Rebs a snowball’s chance in hell against the Vols or not. Beyond that, I am curious to see if my crazy prediction of Arkansas beating Auburn holds water or not.
Until next time, Go Dawgs, Go Sox, and to hell with the Yankees (and, let’s say, Purgatory with the Commodores—the Vanderbilt ones, not the guys who sang “Easy”)
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Why Not?
The problem with asking why this is the year for the Sox lies in semantics. It shouldn’t be a question of “is this the year?”
It should be “why shouldn’t this be the year?”
“Why not us” is the rallying cry these Red Sox take into the ALCS and, while it may lack the potential marketing promotion glitz of last year’s “Cowboy up”, it does have a good beat and you can dance to it. Besides all that, it shows that this team enters in the right frame of mind. If you ask “Why us?” then you’re unsure—and going into a series with the hated Yankees is like walking into a lion’s den with a belt made from t-bone steaks.
The Sox went 11-8 against the Yankees during the regular season and, this is the really, really, really important part, believe they are the better team going into this series.
They believe they can win.
They know that if they’re down in the 9th to the Yankees that Mariano Rivera is NOT unhittable—they’ve beaten him before and believe, if need be, that they can do it again.
The team was four outs from vanquishing the Yankees last season and much has changed.
The Yankees are different—their bats are stronger than last year, but they are more and more reliant on the long ball as means of offensive production. Power hitting as an offensive trademark is a risky thing in playoff baseball. When your team’s idea of situational hitting is “hey, we’re down a run, someone hit this out of the park” and the bats are cooled, you’re bound to run into trouble.
<>Curt Schilling, the new staff ace, knows what it takes to beat the Yankees in October, having done it before with the World Champion Diamondbacks. Pedro Martinez, despite getting rocked by the Yankees in his previous two starts against them, knows what is at stake here, and will use it as motivation to pitch at his best—which may not be what it was in 1998-99, is still very, very good stuff. Behind the big 1-2 punch the Sox have a pretty good #3 in Bronson Arroyo—who pitched quite a gem in Fenway last week, striking out more Angels than either Schilling or Martinez—and the knuckleballer Tim Wakefield.
The upgrades to the Sox pitching staff stand out even more compared to what the change the Yankees starting rotation underwent from last season. The Rocket is gone, as are Andy Petite and David Wells. Kevin Brown has been Kevin Brown—good when healthy, but not always healthy. Plus there was that whole punching the wall thing. “El Duque” was a surprise, but may not have anything left in the tank to be a difference-making starter. Which means, for the Yankees, the series may come down to Mussina-Schilling and Lieber-Martinez. If all pitchers come with their best stuff, this is a big plus for the Sox.
My wild dream is that the Sox destroy the Yankee starters to the point that the bullpen won’t be an issue, but that is mainly because the bullpen is the one area the Sox could be in trouble.
Yankee fans may be salivating after watching the Sox bullpen risk a brilliant start by Arroyo against the Angels, knowing what their own lineup was able to do—multiple times—against the Twins. To compound this fear, remember that the Sox were making Tanyon Sturtze look unhittable in the Bronx earlier, have yet to figure out a good way to hit Tom Gordon, and that Sox closer Keith Foulke did blow some saves down the stretch.
I know it is a tad scary. Being a Red Sox fan is a scary thing though. You relate easily to the Charlie Brown and Lucy football cartoons. But this time, Charlie is going to kick the ball, the Sox will beat the Yankees in 5, and, just like the last time
And they’re going to win there too. Why not?
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Eruptions and classic Stevie Wonder tunes
Sorry for the lack of updates, but while I’m not normally a superstitious man, ever since the “corn dog” post last Friday, things have been going so great for my two favorite teams that I was scared that a post might ruin the general good vibes and mojo.
Instead, I think I will just stick with the existing superstition I have going (I last had a haircut the week before UGA played Georgia Southern, and hopefully will be looking very shaggy come New Year’s—and ever since I bought a new Red Sox hat, they haven’t lost).
(Additional note: I hope by giving another hat, purchased at the same time, I can potentially double the Sox's mojo.)
Ain’t specious reasoning fun?
(Note: I also own a rock that keeps tigers away).
So I figure I’ll keep this short and sweet.
Saturday we saw the Georgia team I’d be hoping to see for…well, years.
A few folks have beat me to the punch with the Mount St. Helen’s-UGA connection (last big eruption for the volcano, 1980, last national title for UGA, 1980) but what they missed is that the last eruption of Mt. St. Helen’s was 1986—the last year the Sox went to the World Series.
(Note: someone please ban Buckner from all remaining Sox games just in case).
My pre game prediction was that the LSU game was the type of game UGA would step up and dominate and it felt damn good to be right. Now, the next step is to whip UT’s ass.
The mentality of this team (at least, judging from their quotes) is truly championship caliber. So let’s just have a Big Orange Beatdown this weekend and keep things rolling like Mike Price at a Tuscaloosa strip club.
And, for you Boston fans who want to see something very cool, and the reason why I think folks should adore Curt Schilling like they did Nomar, you all should go over to the Sons of Sam Horn website and note that the 2 postseason game threads were started by none other than Mr. Schilling himself. It’s just beautiful stuff folks. Curt really seems like the anti-Nomar—he even calls into Boston sportstalk radio shows when they’re starting bullplop rumors.
And I’ll leave on this note: there is no curse, there is no curse, there is no curse.
Go Dawgs, whip UT, Go Sox, beat Anaheim!
(P.S., Go University of California Fighting Jack Nikalai and the University of Texas Longhorns! Not that I’d love for UGA to finish Saturday #1 or anything.)
Instead, I think I will just stick with the existing superstition I have going (I last had a haircut the week before UGA played Georgia Southern, and hopefully will be looking very shaggy come New Year’s—and ever since I bought a new Red Sox hat, they haven’t lost).
(Additional note: I hope by giving another hat, purchased at the same time, I can potentially double the Sox's mojo.)
Ain’t specious reasoning fun?
(Note: I also own a rock that keeps tigers away).
So I figure I’ll keep this short and sweet.
Saturday we saw the Georgia team I’d be hoping to see for…well, years.
A few folks have beat me to the punch with the Mount St. Helen’s-UGA connection (last big eruption for the volcano, 1980, last national title for UGA, 1980) but what they missed is that the last eruption of Mt. St. Helen’s was 1986—the last year the Sox went to the World Series.
(Note: someone please ban Buckner from all remaining Sox games just in case).
My pre game prediction was that the LSU game was the type of game UGA would step up and dominate and it felt damn good to be right. Now, the next step is to whip UT’s ass.
The mentality of this team (at least, judging from their quotes) is truly championship caliber. So let’s just have a Big Orange Beatdown this weekend and keep things rolling like Mike Price at a Tuscaloosa strip club.
And, for you Boston fans who want to see something very cool, and the reason why I think folks should adore Curt Schilling like they did Nomar, you all should go over to the Sons of Sam Horn website and note that the 2 postseason game threads were started by none other than Mr. Schilling himself. It’s just beautiful stuff folks. Curt really seems like the anti-Nomar—he even calls into Boston sportstalk radio shows when they’re starting bullplop rumors.
And I’ll leave on this note: there is no curse, there is no curse, there is no curse.
Go Dawgs, whip UT, Go Sox, beat Anaheim!
(P.S., Go University of California Fighting Jack Nikalai and the University of Texas Longhorns! Not that I’d love for UGA to finish Saturday #1 or anything.)
Friday, October 01, 2004
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People other than me...but it's very funny stuff nonetheless:
Text of Corn Dog LSU story
With all due respect to ITAT.
DeeepBlue:
LSU fans smell like corn dogs
LSU fans smell just like corn dogs.
Yes, it is often said, but so, so true.
LSU fans do smell like corn dogs.
I would never tell them that to their face though. This is something better said at internet distances. Even now, I am afraid.
I am afraid that they'll know I said it. I'll walk past an LSU fan someday, and he'll see that look in my eye that gives it away. That look that says, "gee, what is that smell? Is it corn dogs?" The next thing you know, I'll have flat tires on my car.
If you only learn one thing from me today, remember not to tell LSU fans how they smell - you know, like corn dogs.
LSU fans seem, somehow, sensitive to that whole corn dog issue.
I think this may be why a lot of fans get beaten up by LSU fans. If you attend a game in Baton Rouge, try to avoid telling them that they smell like corn dogs. Say something else instead. Like, "Wow, LSU sure does have a great team this year. This is going to be a great SEC game."
It's hard. I know. It's like when you're having sex and you try to think about baseball. That corn dog smell is just so overwhelming. It makes it hard for you to think about football or baseball or whatever else. Your brain wanders into corn dog topics like: "Gee, I wonder if I took a bite of your finger, if you would taste just like a corn dog?"; or "Is this a real person or is it a giant corn dog trying to make me think it is a real person?" or "What did that giant corn dog just say?" or "Excuse me, Mister, why is it that you smell just exactly like corn dogs smell?" or, of course, after a silencer: "Madam, did you just let the corn dogs out?"
Heck, after what I've heard about LSU fans, I think it may be better not to smell them at all. Okay, not all of them. Some of them are nice. Sure. Smell the nice ones. That's okay.
You know what else is a bad thing to do? Holding your nose around them. They are real sensitive to that, too. Try holding your breath. But don't be obvious about it. Somehow they know you're trying not to breathe in the corn dog smell. And that offends them. They'll likely punch you for that if they catch on to what you're doing.
If you do breathe it in long enough, though, it'll permeate your whole body, and then you'll smell like a corn dog just like they do. But don't say, "Dang, now I smell like a corn dog." They take offense to that. And they will throw things. But not corn dogs. Hard stuff. Stuff that leaves bruises and makes you bleed. Then you may have to get stitches or something. Just don't say it. If you do start smelling like a corn dog, just shut up about it. Okay?
I think kids are acutely aware of corn dog smells too. Counsel your kids on how to behave around LSU fans. If LSU fans are driving around town, do not let your kids stick their heads out of your car window and sniff the air. No. Keep your windows rolled up. An odd change in their expression - indicating they smell corn dogs - might get a wrench or pipe or some other object tossed at your windshield. So, that's dangerous. Let your kids stick their heads out of the car windows as you drive - on some other weekend.
I know you are just as puzzled as I am about some of this corn dog stuff. What puzzles me most is that I've never actually seen any of these LSU fans with a corn dog in their hand. Okay, maybe there's no mystery there - maybe they already ate the corn dogs. Who knows? Maybe there's a corn dog factory in Baton Rouge and they all work there. Maybe, there's a corn dog lotion that they wear, or a French perfume. Maybe their city council puts corn dog juice in the water supply - kind of like fluoride. The politics there are probably weird. The big political issue during the city election is whether they should add more ketchup or more mustard to the water. Don't comment on it though. It's not politically correct over there. It's like a malnutrition issue or something. It's like the corn dogs are probably added to the water to prevent starvation or something.
I know when you go to Baton Rouge, you're thinking: "Ahhhh. Here I am in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I'll bet the people here smell just like boiled crawfish or shrimp etoufe' or some fancy Cajun food." But just stop thinking that. That's just a myth. They smell just like corn dogs.
In fact, please listen to my advice. Leave them alone about the corn dog odor. And don't try masking the odor with something stronger. They'll curse at you. They'll say something like: "WTF, how dare you smoke a cigar in my home." or "WTF!! Are you too good for the smell of corn dogs?" and they'll cuss out your kids too: "WTF!!! Little Mister fancy pants over here acts like he doesn't want to smell like corn dogs."
Cajuns are not like us. Don't you see that, yet? They are really sensitive about being sniffed and about their corn dog aroma. They know they smell like corn dogs and it is no laughing matter to them at all. I know. I know. We sniff the bammers and the UGA dawgs and the Ole messes, and we keep a straight face with each of them, but don't press your luck with the Cajun tiger fans. Don't refer to Death Valley as corn dog valley either. I mean that's just wrong. Even if you've been drinking, they'll beat you up and curse out your kids.
Along these lines, be extra careful when you laugh in their direction - even if you're laughing about something else. Like baseball or football, or sex or whatever. If you can't control yourself and you must laugh though, do not snort. The snorting makes them think that you smell their corn dog body odor from a distance or that you're choking on it or something. They'll likely burn your van for that. We lost a campus building over just one snort.
So, just remember. You can love one another without sniffing each other. You can enjoy the clash of a couple of good football teams. You can enjoy the thrill of the rivalry. But after the game, please heed my words. Please just move along. No sniffing the opposing fans this Saturday. Okay? Get your corn dog jollies at home.
Enough with this corn dog talk. Let's play ball...
Text of Corn Dog LSU story
With all due respect to ITAT.
DeeepBlue:
LSU fans smell like corn dogs
LSU fans smell just like corn dogs.
Yes, it is often said, but so, so true.
LSU fans do smell like corn dogs.
I would never tell them that to their face though. This is something better said at internet distances. Even now, I am afraid.
I am afraid that they'll know I said it. I'll walk past an LSU fan someday, and he'll see that look in my eye that gives it away. That look that says, "gee, what is that smell? Is it corn dogs?" The next thing you know, I'll have flat tires on my car.
If you only learn one thing from me today, remember not to tell LSU fans how they smell - you know, like corn dogs.
LSU fans seem, somehow, sensitive to that whole corn dog issue.
I think this may be why a lot of fans get beaten up by LSU fans. If you attend a game in Baton Rouge, try to avoid telling them that they smell like corn dogs. Say something else instead. Like, "Wow, LSU sure does have a great team this year. This is going to be a great SEC game."
It's hard. I know. It's like when you're having sex and you try to think about baseball. That corn dog smell is just so overwhelming. It makes it hard for you to think about football or baseball or whatever else. Your brain wanders into corn dog topics like: "Gee, I wonder if I took a bite of your finger, if you would taste just like a corn dog?"; or "Is this a real person or is it a giant corn dog trying to make me think it is a real person?" or "What did that giant corn dog just say?" or "Excuse me, Mister, why is it that you smell just exactly like corn dogs smell?" or, of course, after a silencer: "Madam, did you just let the corn dogs out?"
Heck, after what I've heard about LSU fans, I think it may be better not to smell them at all. Okay, not all of them. Some of them are nice. Sure. Smell the nice ones. That's okay.
You know what else is a bad thing to do? Holding your nose around them. They are real sensitive to that, too. Try holding your breath. But don't be obvious about it. Somehow they know you're trying not to breathe in the corn dog smell. And that offends them. They'll likely punch you for that if they catch on to what you're doing.
If you do breathe it in long enough, though, it'll permeate your whole body, and then you'll smell like a corn dog just like they do. But don't say, "Dang, now I smell like a corn dog." They take offense to that. And they will throw things. But not corn dogs. Hard stuff. Stuff that leaves bruises and makes you bleed. Then you may have to get stitches or something. Just don't say it. If you do start smelling like a corn dog, just shut up about it. Okay?
I think kids are acutely aware of corn dog smells too. Counsel your kids on how to behave around LSU fans. If LSU fans are driving around town, do not let your kids stick their heads out of your car window and sniff the air. No. Keep your windows rolled up. An odd change in their expression - indicating they smell corn dogs - might get a wrench or pipe or some other object tossed at your windshield. So, that's dangerous. Let your kids stick their heads out of the car windows as you drive - on some other weekend.
I know you are just as puzzled as I am about some of this corn dog stuff. What puzzles me most is that I've never actually seen any of these LSU fans with a corn dog in their hand. Okay, maybe there's no mystery there - maybe they already ate the corn dogs. Who knows? Maybe there's a corn dog factory in Baton Rouge and they all work there. Maybe, there's a corn dog lotion that they wear, or a French perfume. Maybe their city council puts corn dog juice in the water supply - kind of like fluoride. The politics there are probably weird. The big political issue during the city election is whether they should add more ketchup or more mustard to the water. Don't comment on it though. It's not politically correct over there. It's like a malnutrition issue or something. It's like the corn dogs are probably added to the water to prevent starvation or something.
I know when you go to Baton Rouge, you're thinking: "Ahhhh. Here I am in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I'll bet the people here smell just like boiled crawfish or shrimp etoufe' or some fancy Cajun food." But just stop thinking that. That's just a myth. They smell just like corn dogs.
In fact, please listen to my advice. Leave them alone about the corn dog odor. And don't try masking the odor with something stronger. They'll curse at you. They'll say something like: "WTF, how dare you smoke a cigar in my home." or "WTF!! Are you too good for the smell of corn dogs?" and they'll cuss out your kids too: "WTF!!! Little Mister fancy pants over here acts like he doesn't want to smell like corn dogs."
Cajuns are not like us. Don't you see that, yet? They are really sensitive about being sniffed and about their corn dog aroma. They know they smell like corn dogs and it is no laughing matter to them at all. I know. I know. We sniff the bammers and the UGA dawgs and the Ole messes, and we keep a straight face with each of them, but don't press your luck with the Cajun tiger fans. Don't refer to Death Valley as corn dog valley either. I mean that's just wrong. Even if you've been drinking, they'll beat you up and curse out your kids.
Along these lines, be extra careful when you laugh in their direction - even if you're laughing about something else. Like baseball or football, or sex or whatever. If you can't control yourself and you must laugh though, do not snort. The snorting makes them think that you smell their corn dog body odor from a distance or that you're choking on it or something. They'll likely burn your van for that. We lost a campus building over just one snort.
So, just remember. You can love one another without sniffing each other. You can enjoy the clash of a couple of good football teams. You can enjoy the thrill of the rivalry. But after the game, please heed my words. Please just move along. No sniffing the opposing fans this Saturday. Okay? Get your corn dog jollies at home.
Enough with this corn dog talk. Let's play ball...
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Mahow now?
Memo to:
Pedro Martinez
Re: The Rally Midget isn't working too well. Time for him to go back to unpredictible mexican sitcoms (maybe he could become Bumblebee Man's mini sidekick?)
Thanks,
The Mgt.
Pedro Martinez
Re: The Rally Midget isn't working too well. Time for him to go back to unpredictible mexican sitcoms (maybe he could become Bumblebee Man's mini sidekick?)
Thanks,
The Mgt.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
"The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things..."
Preparations for this week’s UGA-LSU game are getting serious now.
Just yesterday I talked to some folks who had reserved a Pigturducken for their tailgate Saturday. For the uninitiated, a Pigturducken is the one-upped version of the Turducken—the six-legged bird made infamous by ex-coach/current Football color commentator/general-pitchman-for-any-company-that-pays-him John Madden on Thanksgiving Day NFL telecasts. The Turducken is a chicken, stuffed inside of a duck, stuffed inside of a turkey, often with holes cut in the sides so it can look like some 6-legged genetic mutation gone tasty. The Pigturducken merely takes the existing turducken and crams it inside a pig, which means the Walrus will have to find another one of those “many things” to talk about.
But really, I think more could be done, which is why I wish to share the main course on tap for my Orange Bowl tailgate (Note: knock on wood, Ol’ Lady Luck Willing):
The Buffacowpigturducken.
Recipe:
Ingredients:
Animals (whole, all cleaned and deboned):
(1) Buffalo
(1) Cow (veal calf can be substituted)
(1) Pig
(1) Turkey
(1) Duck
(1) Chicken
Additional fun stuff:
Two dozen (24) shrimp or crawfish
Cajun rice
Cajun seasoning mix
Jerk Chicken seasoning
Butter
Frying Batter
Preparation:
Combine cooked shrimp and rice, insert into chicken. Insert chicken into duck, insert duck into turkey, insert turkey into pig, insert pig into cow, insert cow into buffalo, cover the whole Frankensteinian entrée with additional Cajun spices and frying batter and dip it into an industrial-sized deep fat fryer. Eat. Have heart attack. Serves many.
Speaking of heart attacks, someone forgot to tell the Red Sox that since they’ve clinched the playoffs, games don’t count. This is a good thing (it means my dream of them winning the AL East can last another day at least) but extra-innings with Tampa Bay isn’t good for the ticker.
The big news is that Boston will go with a 4-man postseason pitching rotation. 1 (Curt), 2 (Pedro), and 3 (Bronson) are pretty much set, but who gets to be #4?
Wakefield has been sub par for the past month, so maybe the knuckler gets to hang in the bullpen, but that means #4 falls to Derek Lowe.
And that ain’t good folks.
Getting shellacked by the Yankees is one thing (especially if you spent half the night prior drinking) but getting smacked around by the D’Rays? They’re nobody’s Murderer’s Row.
Fellow blogger, Red Sox fan, and writer Jose Melendez refers to DLowe as “the Paranoid Android”…I have but one problem with this. To me, the term android implies a sort of smarts. The Boston Globe compared him with C3PO, and it doesn’t work. Sure, C3PO got flustered easily, but he was smart. I think a more accurate androidal comparison is Fatbot from the show Futurama. Lowe isn’t fat, but like Fatbot he is prone to panic, and while unlike Fatbot, Lowe isn’t in a fraternity, he does allegedly party like he confused the Boston Clubhouse with the Delta House. Plus, compare the two mug shots.
Unless he blows folks away in his final start, I think it’s time Fatbot hung out in the ‘pen.
Until next time, Go Dawgs, Go Sox (Go Twins) and to hell with LSU!
Just yesterday I talked to some folks who had reserved a Pigturducken for their tailgate Saturday. For the uninitiated, a Pigturducken is the one-upped version of the Turducken—the six-legged bird made infamous by ex-coach/current Football color commentator/general-pitchman-for-any-company-that-pays-him John Madden on Thanksgiving Day NFL telecasts. The Turducken is a chicken, stuffed inside of a duck, stuffed inside of a turkey, often with holes cut in the sides so it can look like some 6-legged genetic mutation gone tasty. The Pigturducken merely takes the existing turducken and crams it inside a pig, which means the Walrus will have to find another one of those “many things” to talk about.
But really, I think more could be done, which is why I wish to share the main course on tap for my Orange Bowl tailgate (Note: knock on wood, Ol’ Lady Luck Willing):
The Buffacowpigturducken.
Recipe:
Ingredients:
Animals (whole, all cleaned and deboned):
(1) Buffalo
(1) Cow (veal calf can be substituted)
(1) Pig
(1) Turkey
(1) Duck
(1) Chicken
Additional fun stuff:
Two dozen (24) shrimp or crawfish
Cajun rice
Cajun seasoning mix
Jerk Chicken seasoning
Butter
Frying Batter
Preparation:
Combine cooked shrimp and rice, insert into chicken. Insert chicken into duck, insert duck into turkey, insert turkey into pig, insert pig into cow, insert cow into buffalo, cover the whole Frankensteinian entrée with additional Cajun spices and frying batter and dip it into an industrial-sized deep fat fryer. Eat. Have heart attack. Serves many.
Speaking of heart attacks, someone forgot to tell the Red Sox that since they’ve clinched the playoffs, games don’t count. This is a good thing (it means my dream of them winning the AL East can last another day at least) but extra-innings with Tampa Bay isn’t good for the ticker.
The big news is that Boston will go with a 4-man postseason pitching rotation. 1 (Curt), 2 (Pedro), and 3 (Bronson) are pretty much set, but who gets to be #4?
Wakefield has been sub par for the past month, so maybe the knuckler gets to hang in the bullpen, but that means #4 falls to Derek Lowe.
And that ain’t good folks.
Getting shellacked by the Yankees is one thing (especially if you spent half the night prior drinking) but getting smacked around by the D’Rays? They’re nobody’s Murderer’s Row.
Fellow blogger, Red Sox fan, and writer Jose Melendez refers to DLowe as “the Paranoid Android”…I have but one problem with this. To me, the term android implies a sort of smarts. The Boston Globe compared him with C3PO, and it doesn’t work. Sure, C3PO got flustered easily, but he was smart. I think a more accurate androidal comparison is Fatbot from the show Futurama. Lowe isn’t fat, but like Fatbot he is prone to panic, and while unlike Fatbot, Lowe isn’t in a fraternity, he does allegedly party like he confused the Boston Clubhouse with the Delta House. Plus, compare the two mug shots.
Unless he blows folks away in his final start, I think it’s time Fatbot hung out in the ‘pen.
Until next time, Go Dawgs, Go Sox (Go Twins) and to hell with LSU!
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Sox Clinch, Dawgs Prepare and NFL Roundup
They’ve got the Wild Card at least.
Last night the Sox whipped up on the Devil Rays a bit, and popped many champagne corks in the dugout, as they clinched—at least—a berth in the playoffs as the AL Wild Card team.
With less than a week left in the season hoping for the AL East is probably a lost cause, but strange things have happened this season—most notably the fact that Pedro Martinez has taken to having a Mini-Me join his entourage. While sadly not Verne Troyer, the guy has been named the team’s official “lucky charm” (Note: an Irish midget would make a funnier lucky charm, if an obvious one). If I felt like hearing complaints from PETA and the Anti Little People Defamation League I would draw comparisons between Anaheim’s Rally Monkey and Boston’s Rally Midget, but I don’t, so I’ll leave those snide comments up to y’all.
(Note: if the Sox do go on a tear this week I may be inquiring about finding a little person to scamper and frolic along the sidelines of Sanford Stadium this Saturday. Think of the Munson calls: “It wasn’t Ol’ Lady Luck that saved us today; it was a midget, my God a midget! We stepped on their face with a fancifully-clad midget and really wounded their pride! Man is there gonna be some property destroyed tonight!”)
In Bulldog news, the ongoing theme seems to be that of returns: Odell Thurman returns from the Land of Violation of Unspecified Team Rules Suspension Land, and he’s pissed off. This does not bode well for the health of LSU offensive players, but it’s a damn good thing for us Dawg fans. On the offensive side, Danny Ware returns from the Land Of Bleeding Lungs, and my guess is he’s itching to tear the LSU D a new one. He’s a player folks. He was coughing up blood and did not want to be taken out of the game vs. South Carolina. My hope is he turns LSU safety Dawan Landry into 2004’s Bill Bates. (Note for the younguns: Bates was the Tennessee safety Herschel Walker “ran over” in his first game at RB for UGA.)
The hope is that the return of “Dude, you’re getting Odell’d” will bolster an already ass-whoomping D and the return of Ware at RB will get the offense performing like did in the first game. The only problem with this hope is it assumes that we can make LSU’s D look like Georgia Southern’s D. Hey, it could happen.
And now (cue booming, echo-y voice):
THE NFL ROUNDUP
In the NFL, the Falcons are 3-0 for the first time since 1986 (incidentally, that was the last year Boston made a World Series—thank God the Mets aren’t in the playoffs and He Shall Not Be Named But His Initials Are B.B. is not playing for the Sox), and in clear defiance of my preseason predictions, the Eagles are looking damn good with T.O. I keep waiting for T.O. the conceited, locker-room cancerous jackass to appear and for someone to torch the Eagles defense, but it hasn’t happened yet. But remember, Kansas City started strong last year too and I still stand by my prediction that the Eagles won’t be in the NFC Championship game this season.
As for the Falcons, Sunday’s 6-3 win was one of the ugliest bits of football seen in a while (the Braves scored the same number of points on Sunday), but it showed the one key difference between ‘04’s Falcons and ‘03’s that doesn’t answer to the name Mike Vick: this year’s Falcons actually play defense. Now they’re not going to remind anyone of the 1985 Bears, but somehow this Falcons defense is playing some really good ball. My theory? They have a Rally Midget.
Fantasy Football note: the Drunken Dawgs are now 2-1 and gaining ground in the league, and WR corps should get a major boost from dropping the dead weight and lead hands of Laverneas Coles for the sure hands (and single coverage as a result of Marvin Harrison drawing double) of Reggie Wayne. And check out my Defensive End lineup this week: Jevon Kearse and Charles Grant. Good times. Win #3 shall be glorious.
Until next time, Go Dawgs, Go Sox and to hell with LSU
Last night the Sox whipped up on the Devil Rays a bit, and popped many champagne corks in the dugout, as they clinched—at least—a berth in the playoffs as the AL Wild Card team.
With less than a week left in the season hoping for the AL East is probably a lost cause, but strange things have happened this season—most notably the fact that Pedro Martinez has taken to having a Mini-Me join his entourage. While sadly not Verne Troyer, the guy has been named the team’s official “lucky charm” (Note: an Irish midget would make a funnier lucky charm, if an obvious one). If I felt like hearing complaints from PETA and the Anti Little People Defamation League I would draw comparisons between Anaheim’s Rally Monkey and Boston’s Rally Midget, but I don’t, so I’ll leave those snide comments up to y’all.
(Note: if the Sox do go on a tear this week I may be inquiring about finding a little person to scamper and frolic along the sidelines of Sanford Stadium this Saturday. Think of the Munson calls: “It wasn’t Ol’ Lady Luck that saved us today; it was a midget, my God a midget! We stepped on their face with a fancifully-clad midget and really wounded their pride! Man is there gonna be some property destroyed tonight!”)
In Bulldog news, the ongoing theme seems to be that of returns: Odell Thurman returns from the Land of Violation of Unspecified Team Rules Suspension Land, and he’s pissed off. This does not bode well for the health of LSU offensive players, but it’s a damn good thing for us Dawg fans. On the offensive side, Danny Ware returns from the Land Of Bleeding Lungs, and my guess is he’s itching to tear the LSU D a new one. He’s a player folks. He was coughing up blood and did not want to be taken out of the game vs. South Carolina. My hope is he turns LSU safety Dawan Landry into 2004’s Bill Bates. (Note for the younguns: Bates was the Tennessee safety Herschel Walker “ran over” in his first game at RB for UGA.)
The hope is that the return of “Dude, you’re getting Odell’d” will bolster an already ass-whoomping D and the return of Ware at RB will get the offense performing like did in the first game. The only problem with this hope is it assumes that we can make LSU’s D look like Georgia Southern’s D. Hey, it could happen.
And now (cue booming, echo-y voice):
THE NFL ROUNDUP
In the NFL, the Falcons are 3-0 for the first time since 1986 (incidentally, that was the last year Boston made a World Series—thank God the Mets aren’t in the playoffs and He Shall Not Be Named But His Initials Are B.B. is not playing for the Sox), and in clear defiance of my preseason predictions, the Eagles are looking damn good with T.O. I keep waiting for T.O. the conceited, locker-room cancerous jackass to appear and for someone to torch the Eagles defense, but it hasn’t happened yet. But remember, Kansas City started strong last year too and I still stand by my prediction that the Eagles won’t be in the NFC Championship game this season.
As for the Falcons, Sunday’s 6-3 win was one of the ugliest bits of football seen in a while (the Braves scored the same number of points on Sunday), but it showed the one key difference between ‘04’s Falcons and ‘03’s that doesn’t answer to the name Mike Vick: this year’s Falcons actually play defense. Now they’re not going to remind anyone of the 1985 Bears, but somehow this Falcons defense is playing some really good ball. My theory? They have a Rally Midget.
Fantasy Football note: the Drunken Dawgs are now 2-1 and gaining ground in the league, and WR corps should get a major boost from dropping the dead weight and lead hands of Laverneas Coles for the sure hands (and single coverage as a result of Marvin Harrison drawing double) of Reggie Wayne. And check out my Defensive End lineup this week: Jevon Kearse and Charles Grant. Good times. Win #3 shall be glorious.
Until next time, Go Dawgs, Go Sox and to hell with LSU
Monday, September 27, 2004
8791, CFB Grabass and some NFL stuff
8791. If it’s true, if it’s going to happen, if it’s meant to be, then it’s not over.
Sure, I wrote right here that if it was going to happen the Sox had to sweep the Yankees.
They didn’t.
But guess what? Mathematically it’s still possible.
The MFYs (that’s Motherfucking Yankees for those who don’t know) get to play the Twins and the soon-to-be Cy Young winning Johan Santana (brace yourself for Johan-Carlos references to come later) while the Sox get the Devil Rays.
If it really is going to be 1978 in reverse, the Yankees collapse this week.
And in related paternity news, apparently the Yankees have a new son and his name is Pedro.
Yes, yes, I know, much ink and HTML has already been spilled over Pedro’s post game comments after losing to the Yankees again, but hey, I never played football as a lad so I’m going to pile on now.
True, it sort of sounded like giving up, but I think that it was really more a mix of Pedro being a smartass and Pedro being pissed off. This is the same pitcher who has said if the Babe were in the box, he would plunk him on the ass with a pitch. Pedro’s frustrated, he’s pissed, but he isn’t throwing in the towel folks.
There is of course one other possibility: Pedro spoke the literal truth.
As we all know, Babe Ruth loved the hookers, who knows, maybe the Babe is really Pedro’s father.
Ok, maybe that one’s stretching a bit (we all know Pedro’s mom wouldn’t be a hooker, nor put out for the Babe) but here’s a fun one: Don Zimmer is Pedro’s pop. Oh, there’s no way it could be true, but it’d make for a great faux-Star Wars scene—especially since Zimmer looks a lot like Darth Vader sans the asthmatic breathing mask. Pedro better watch out on this Tampa Bay trip and stay away from the D’Rays dugout unless he wants to hear Zim say “Pedro, I am your father”.
Crazy yes, but I’ll tell you what’s not crazy: 8719 can still happen. Crank up your Bon Jovi and Keep the Faith folks—Saturday and Sunday’s games were glorious.
In other news, college football’s “boring Saturday” proved to an exception, as there were a few good games. So, without further delay, let’s go into our new weekly feature: College Football Grabass—a quick and playful recap of the weekend in college football.
1. Arkansas=better than you thought (unless you are a die-hard, pig calling Arkansas fan). They hinted it when they took Texas to the limit, but they proved it by beating a decent Alabama team. Houston Nutt’s team is now posed to deflate the over inflated hype balloon of Auburn (just watch, the Barn will beat UT, get mentioned as a national title contender and then implode at home vs. the Hawgs).
2. Minnesota may be the best team in the Big 10 (sic). I was going to say Purdue was a candidate as well, but conference champions don’t have a defense that gives up 30 to a crappy Illinois team (related note: still trying to figure out what the hell an “Illini” is.) Minnesota can seemingly run on anyone and has a more productive RB tandem than even the hyped Auburn duo of Carnell “Cadillac” Williams and Ronnie “quit giving me car related nicknames, I’m not like Cadillac damnit” Brown, plus they actually play defense (so far) which is more than Purdue did this past weekend. Right now the conference is the Golden Gopher’s to lose but the Buckeyes and Badgers have potential.
3. Virginia will play Miami for the ACC title, but if NCState finds an offense, they have a shot at making noise. If Bobby Bowden is able to destroy those incriminating pictures Chris Rix HAS to have of him and is able to start ANYONE other than Rix at QB, FSU can stay in this race as well. (Side note: the Bowden Bowl was even more insufferable to watch this year as ABC brought Tater Tot Bowden back as a special reporter. Oddly enough, they never actually cut to Terry when I was watching, possibly because his oompa-loompian stature makes sideline interviews with folks who average over 6 feet tall (a good 2-and-a-half feet more than Tater Tot) pretty unfeasible.
4. USC will lose, but their cheerleaders are still the hottest things on the sidelines other than Erin Andrews—actually hotter (Andrews went to the University of Florida, the Trojan Cheerleaders—not the condoms, the university—did not.) But anyway, USC trailed to Stanford (Note: if they’re so smart why the hell is their mascot “The Cardinal” yet the guy dresses in a Tree suit? Do they know a Cardinal is a bird—or possibly a prominent member of the Catholic Church—and not a tree? Maybe they’re suffering from the same mascotally-confused malady Auburn suffers from.) Now, go back and read the four words in front of that parenthetical. USC, number one team in the land, trailed to Stanford, number somewhere not in the top 25 team in the land with a guy in a tree suit on the sidelines. This means one thing: the only Trojans that will be in Miami for the Orange bowl are the ones that protect against pregnancy and venereal disease.
The full NFL wrap won’t be ready until tomorrow (gotta let my Monday Night Fantasy Football players step up…looking your way Eddie George), but let me just toss out a hearty “aren’t you kicking yourself now” to all those folks who benched Javon Walker. And let me add a “Yes, I am patting myself on the back” to myself for grabbing Reggie Wayne of waivers. My WRs had been underperforming, not anymore.
Until next time, Go Dawgs, Go Sox, to hell with LSU and Tampa Bay and the MFYs!
Sure, I wrote right here that if it was going to happen the Sox had to sweep the Yankees.
They didn’t.
But guess what? Mathematically it’s still possible.
The MFYs (that’s Motherfucking Yankees for those who don’t know) get to play the Twins and the soon-to-be Cy Young winning Johan Santana (brace yourself for Johan-Carlos references to come later) while the Sox get the Devil Rays.
If it really is going to be 1978 in reverse, the Yankees collapse this week.
And in related paternity news, apparently the Yankees have a new son and his name is Pedro.
Yes, yes, I know, much ink and HTML has already been spilled over Pedro’s post game comments after losing to the Yankees again, but hey, I never played football as a lad so I’m going to pile on now.
True, it sort of sounded like giving up, but I think that it was really more a mix of Pedro being a smartass and Pedro being pissed off. This is the same pitcher who has said if the Babe were in the box, he would plunk him on the ass with a pitch. Pedro’s frustrated, he’s pissed, but he isn’t throwing in the towel folks.
There is of course one other possibility: Pedro spoke the literal truth.
As we all know, Babe Ruth loved the hookers, who knows, maybe the Babe is really Pedro’s father.
Ok, maybe that one’s stretching a bit (we all know Pedro’s mom wouldn’t be a hooker, nor put out for the Babe) but here’s a fun one: Don Zimmer is Pedro’s pop. Oh, there’s no way it could be true, but it’d make for a great faux-Star Wars scene—especially since Zimmer looks a lot like Darth Vader sans the asthmatic breathing mask. Pedro better watch out on this Tampa Bay trip and stay away from the D’Rays dugout unless he wants to hear Zim say “Pedro, I am your father”.
Crazy yes, but I’ll tell you what’s not crazy: 8719 can still happen. Crank up your Bon Jovi and Keep the Faith folks—Saturday and Sunday’s games were glorious.
In other news, college football’s “boring Saturday” proved to an exception, as there were a few good games. So, without further delay, let’s go into our new weekly feature: College Football Grabass—a quick and playful recap of the weekend in college football.
1. Arkansas=better than you thought (unless you are a die-hard, pig calling Arkansas fan). They hinted it when they took Texas to the limit, but they proved it by beating a decent Alabama team. Houston Nutt’s team is now posed to deflate the over inflated hype balloon of Auburn (just watch, the Barn will beat UT, get mentioned as a national title contender and then implode at home vs. the Hawgs).
2. Minnesota may be the best team in the Big 10 (sic). I was going to say Purdue was a candidate as well, but conference champions don’t have a defense that gives up 30 to a crappy Illinois team (related note: still trying to figure out what the hell an “Illini” is.) Minnesota can seemingly run on anyone and has a more productive RB tandem than even the hyped Auburn duo of Carnell “Cadillac” Williams and Ronnie “quit giving me car related nicknames, I’m not like Cadillac damnit” Brown, plus they actually play defense (so far) which is more than Purdue did this past weekend. Right now the conference is the Golden Gopher’s to lose but the Buckeyes and Badgers have potential.
3. Virginia will play Miami for the ACC title, but if NCState finds an offense, they have a shot at making noise. If Bobby Bowden is able to destroy those incriminating pictures Chris Rix HAS to have of him and is able to start ANYONE other than Rix at QB, FSU can stay in this race as well. (Side note: the Bowden Bowl was even more insufferable to watch this year as ABC brought Tater Tot Bowden back as a special reporter. Oddly enough, they never actually cut to Terry when I was watching, possibly because his oompa-loompian stature makes sideline interviews with folks who average over 6 feet tall (a good 2-and-a-half feet more than Tater Tot) pretty unfeasible.
4. USC will lose, but their cheerleaders are still the hottest things on the sidelines other than Erin Andrews—actually hotter (Andrews went to the University of Florida, the Trojan Cheerleaders—not the condoms, the university—did not.) But anyway, USC trailed to Stanford (Note: if they’re so smart why the hell is their mascot “The Cardinal” yet the guy dresses in a Tree suit? Do they know a Cardinal is a bird—or possibly a prominent member of the Catholic Church—and not a tree? Maybe they’re suffering from the same mascotally-confused malady Auburn suffers from.) Now, go back and read the four words in front of that parenthetical. USC, number one team in the land, trailed to Stanford, number somewhere not in the top 25 team in the land with a guy in a tree suit on the sidelines. This means one thing: the only Trojans that will be in Miami for the Orange bowl are the ones that protect against pregnancy and venereal disease.
The full NFL wrap won’t be ready until tomorrow (gotta let my Monday Night Fantasy Football players step up…looking your way Eddie George), but let me just toss out a hearty “aren’t you kicking yourself now” to all those folks who benched Javon Walker. And let me add a “Yes, I am patting myself on the back” to myself for grabbing Reggie Wayne of waivers. My WRs had been underperforming, not anymore.
Until next time, Go Dawgs, Go Sox, to hell with LSU and Tampa Bay and the MFYs!
Friday, September 24, 2004
8719 thoughts and a few random CFB musings
Ok, I've broken one my pledges to myself. Back in July, when the Sox were mired in a particularly bad strecth of middling .500 ball, and losing a ridiculous number of one run games, I realized that I could not survive if I was as emotionally invested in each Sox game like I get with UGA football.
It's ok (well, maybe not ok, but at least "proven feasible") to live and die on the fortunes of a group of kids for 11 or so games--especially with 6 days to recover between games--but over the course of 162 games, sometimes with less than 24 hours to recover, it's crazy.
As a result, I pledged I wouldn't go all pouty when the Sox lost a game, but after they lost to Baltimore, and the MFYs won, last night I woke up feeling a little emotionally hungover. The big downside to an emotional hangover is that it's a lot harder to find some hair of the dog.
But anyway. Forget Baltimore. This is it folks.
Yankees-BoSox.
At Fenway.
If this is going to be 1978 in reverse (and I still have hope that it is), a sweep of the MFYs needs to happen. They went to the Bronx with tshirts sporting a great line from Tombstone "tell 'em we're coming, and hell's coming with us", which is a nice and good reference to a kickass movie and all, but it didn't help. They've just got to get the mental attitude right.
To continue with the Tombstone references, Boston needs to be Doc Holliday to the Yankees Johnny Ringo.
The Yankees are no daisy, and the strain's more than they can bear.
And in other news...
After spending 14 hours with a case of beer watching some great college football games last weekend, this weekend looks like...
a great chance to catch up on yard work.
What's the best matchup on TV this weekend? Two barely top 25 Big 10 (sic) teams: Michigan, who struggled at home against San Jose State and lost to a pretty average Notre Dame against mighty Iowa, fresh from an ass kicking at mighty Arizona St (aka, the school that is harder to get into than Heaven per Ned Flanders).
Can't you just taste the excitement?
But I can do more than bitch...my nugget of analysis for today is this:
Can Miami and FSU both be overrated?
Much ink and HTML has been spilled about how FSU offense with Chris Rix at QB is like a Ferrari with a drunken quadraplegic at the wheel (and if you can't picture that, realize that one could still be considered "at the wheel" if one is gripping it between one's teeth--also, Note: much thanks and kudos and "props" and whatnot to my friend Amanda for pointing out that a paraplegic could actually still use his or her arms, hence the edit to "quad-") what a few pundits are missing is that Miami with Brock Berlin (who has a future in pro wrasslin' from his name alone waiting after college) is no well oiled machine either.
I alternated watching some of Y tu Mama Tambien on IFC with the Miami-Houston game last night (note: not recommended surfing options) and, well, Miami did not look that good folks.
Maybe Houston is poised to return to the days of Andre Ware, but I think what's happened is that maybe, just maybe, that yearly exodus of 1st round NFL talent is starting to catch up with Uncle Fester's team.
And, because I know some of y'all will ask, if Miami and FSU are both overrated, who's the ACC's best team? Well, it may just be UVA. Al Groh's been bringing some NFL defensive strategies and has recruited some serious playmakers (especially at LB) and RB Wali Lundy's been scoring like Hugh Hefner on Viagra night. Additional bonus: UVA gets the stronger of the two potential overrated FL teams at home.
As for this weekend's games, kick back and feel your ass Groh.
It's ok (well, maybe not ok, but at least "proven feasible") to live and die on the fortunes of a group of kids for 11 or so games--especially with 6 days to recover between games--but over the course of 162 games, sometimes with less than 24 hours to recover, it's crazy.
As a result, I pledged I wouldn't go all pouty when the Sox lost a game, but after they lost to Baltimore, and the MFYs won, last night I woke up feeling a little emotionally hungover. The big downside to an emotional hangover is that it's a lot harder to find some hair of the dog.
But anyway. Forget Baltimore. This is it folks.
Yankees-BoSox.
At Fenway.
If this is going to be 1978 in reverse (and I still have hope that it is), a sweep of the MFYs needs to happen. They went to the Bronx with tshirts sporting a great line from Tombstone "tell 'em we're coming, and hell's coming with us", which is a nice and good reference to a kickass movie and all, but it didn't help. They've just got to get the mental attitude right.
To continue with the Tombstone references, Boston needs to be Doc Holliday to the Yankees Johnny Ringo.
The Yankees are no daisy, and the strain's more than they can bear.
And in other news...
After spending 14 hours with a case of beer watching some great college football games last weekend, this weekend looks like...
a great chance to catch up on yard work.
What's the best matchup on TV this weekend? Two barely top 25 Big 10 (sic) teams: Michigan, who struggled at home against San Jose State and lost to a pretty average Notre Dame against mighty Iowa, fresh from an ass kicking at mighty Arizona St (aka, the school that is harder to get into than Heaven per Ned Flanders).
Can't you just taste the excitement?
But I can do more than bitch...my nugget of analysis for today is this:
Can Miami and FSU both be overrated?
Much ink and HTML has been spilled about how FSU offense with Chris Rix at QB is like a Ferrari with a drunken quadraplegic at the wheel (and if you can't picture that, realize that one could still be considered "at the wheel" if one is gripping it between one's teeth--also, Note: much thanks and kudos and "props" and whatnot to my friend Amanda for pointing out that a paraplegic could actually still use his or her arms, hence the edit to "quad-") what a few pundits are missing is that Miami with Brock Berlin (who has a future in pro wrasslin' from his name alone waiting after college) is no well oiled machine either.
I alternated watching some of Y tu Mama Tambien on IFC with the Miami-Houston game last night (note: not recommended surfing options) and, well, Miami did not look that good folks.
Maybe Houston is poised to return to the days of Andre Ware, but I think what's happened is that maybe, just maybe, that yearly exodus of 1st round NFL talent is starting to catch up with Uncle Fester's team.
And, because I know some of y'all will ask, if Miami and FSU are both overrated, who's the ACC's best team? Well, it may just be UVA. Al Groh's been bringing some NFL defensive strategies and has recruited some serious playmakers (especially at LB) and RB Wali Lundy's been scoring like Hugh Hefner on Viagra night. Additional bonus: UVA gets the stronger of the two potential overrated FL teams at home.
As for this weekend's games, kick back and feel your ass Groh.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Long games and Bronson's Death Wish
So, taking a nice, ricockulously small sample size (two games--whoo-hoo!) of games in which Bronson Arroyo was the starting pitcher, I have but one conclusion: he wants to give me a heart attack before age 26.
Which is really vindicive I must say, what with Bronson being a good many years past the ripe old age of 26. (Ripe? Did I say that? Maybe I should shower more...)
But look at the evidence:
Friday the 17th vs. the MFYs: the game started at 7 and ended after midnight, Boston began the final inning trailing and won by one run.
Wednesday the 22nd vs. Baltimore: the game started at 7 and ended after midnight, Boston began the final inning tied and won by one run.
So you can see why I may not be engaging in a kind of Lyndon LaRoushe-but-in-baseball-not-politics level conspiracy when I propose that maybe Mr. Arroyo has stock in some anti heart-attack medicine-making company or holdings in an anti-stress pill manufacturing firm.
The good folks at Boston Globe have a nice article today that further illuminates some stuff on Bronson (note: this was not a mixed metaphor, merely a half-assed one), and they go into nice detail about his odd stats and how he pitchers better on the road than at home.
But right now the question Boston fans need to ask: who goes to the 'pen first, Wakefield or Lowe? If I hadn't just checked ESPN.com, and saw that Lowe was behind, I would've said Wakefield, but right now, in the heat of my pissedoffness, it's both.
So I'll leave with a thought that is 9/10ths stirring the pot and 1/10ths what I deep down believe: if it's a series against the Yankees, Arroyo should be the #2 starter, not Pedro.
Enjoy.
Which is really vindicive I must say, what with Bronson being a good many years past the ripe old age of 26. (Ripe? Did I say that? Maybe I should shower more...)
But look at the evidence:
Friday the 17th vs. the MFYs: the game started at 7 and ended after midnight, Boston began the final inning trailing and won by one run.
Wednesday the 22nd vs. Baltimore: the game started at 7 and ended after midnight, Boston began the final inning tied and won by one run.
So you can see why I may not be engaging in a kind of Lyndon LaRoushe-but-in-baseball-not-politics level conspiracy when I propose that maybe Mr. Arroyo has stock in some anti heart-attack medicine-making company or holdings in an anti-stress pill manufacturing firm.
The good folks at Boston Globe have a nice article today that further illuminates some stuff on Bronson (note: this was not a mixed metaphor, merely a half-assed one), and they go into nice detail about his odd stats and how he pitchers better on the road than at home.
But right now the question Boston fans need to ask: who goes to the 'pen first, Wakefield or Lowe? If I hadn't just checked ESPN.com, and saw that Lowe was behind, I would've said Wakefield, but right now, in the heat of my pissedoffness, it's both.
So I'll leave with a thought that is 9/10ths stirring the pot and 1/10ths what I deep down believe: if it's a series against the Yankees, Arroyo should be the #2 starter, not Pedro.
Enjoy.
An Intro
The things we do when bored at work...some people IM constantly, some post random diatribes on message boards, other, slightly more productive people, look up porn (because, deep down, they know they'll get caught, and go out and find a job where they enjoy what they're doing--or at the very least get paid for looking up porn). Where was that string of clauses going? Oh yeah, me, I get bored and I create a sports blog.
What's going to show up here? Rants mostly, and lots of heresay and conjecture (heresay and conjecture being, as any Simpsons fan could tell you "kinds of evidence").
What teams will inspire the most comments?
My grey hairs and heart problems develop primarily as a result of my near obsessive love of the Georgia Bulldawgs (mainly college football) and until the Curse of the Bambino is lifted, the Boston Red Sox. So expect lots about the Dawgs, and the Dirt Dogs.
In addition, I will try and practice my objectivity by commenting on the NFL (excluding, of course, the players on my fantasty football team).
And now that I've found some thing fun and productive to do with my time, the phone is ringing...
What's going to show up here? Rants mostly, and lots of heresay and conjecture (heresay and conjecture being, as any Simpsons fan could tell you "kinds of evidence").
What teams will inspire the most comments?
My grey hairs and heart problems develop primarily as a result of my near obsessive love of the Georgia Bulldawgs (mainly college football) and until the Curse of the Bambino is lifted, the Boston Red Sox. So expect lots about the Dawgs, and the Dirt Dogs.
In addition, I will try and practice my objectivity by commenting on the NFL (excluding, of course, the players on my fantasty football team).
And now that I've found some thing fun and productive to do with my time, the phone is ringing...
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